Self at war

For once in a while, maybe every one of us had this feeling that something is missing or maybe, you are missing. And you feel like to escape the family photo of yours. You search for the place you can fit in. And sometimes you even search for the place to hide. Maybe you like wearing pajamas but people like you in formals, so you have to wear pants. Sometimes it gets even difficult for you to breathe. You feel like you are a prisoner in a close cuffed wall and you just want to break through. Break yourself from the things that are destroying your inner peace.

Things get even worse when you have to fight for your existence on this planet. When it’s time to make people realize that you are not the puppet, which they have bought from the circus. In fact, you are a human, who can feel, who can get hurt, when someone makes a comment regarding your personality. Whose confidence shattered every time when someone treats you like you are not human, treat you like you are heartless.

And you keep on thinking all this time, how come members of your own specie don’t understand you anymore, how come they push you down every time you try to rise up. So for the saving grace, you make yourself realize, that they are not like you, they are like wolves or maybe vampires, WHO ARE JUST WEARING HUMAN COSTUMES. Ahhh what a soothing thought, but Alas, the reality is they are human just like you. But they don’t like you.

Don’t know when people would practice to mind their own business rather than yours and instead of pushing you down, they would lift you up when you fall and gives you support when you stumble.

Thus, in this war against you, you suffer, you suffer allot, you forgo your identity or even yourself. And on some days you just feel like ending your story by taking your life with your own hands and nothing in this world could be worse than blocking your own breadth and putting the knife on your skin, seeing your own blood flowing out of your body, knowing that people would defame you as your own killer. But the one who is responsible would never be sentenced to death never and ever. And he would be free, free out there to kill more and more like you.

However, by the mercy of know but unknown, you save yourself up, hoping that today might not be the worst day of your life. You hope and you survive. You survive for your loved ones. You survive for your pride. Spending the rest of your life wondering for the time when the vampire would stop sucking the blood out of people. And the wolves would stop digging the grave for the scapegoats.